Always remember to try your hardest to be a good friend.
It is times like this that I wish I worked harder to be a good friend to Bethany because it is all she ever asked of me and she's a super friend to me. Her kind words right through my head on this night of holding out in my fort.
Candles. Water. Cigarettes. Music. I drank my soow already. I have a mango from Aliou Diouf. I can't believe my life here will soon be over. Has anyone known it like I know it?
The hot, acid blood of today's desperation now feels good compared to the deep, bone freezing terror of...where I came from. Alone, is there anything I can do not to pollute the world? Here I am alone right now. Parallel to the world. She said "The nights are long."
Who can I count on right now? Myself? Where am I lost in so many worlds? No, I need a post, a deep one to hold on to in this hurricane where I can't see my arms and legs.
Alou Juuf. My sister. Sue. Bethany. Lira. Bakh.
The time is touchable. This weekend. Beneen week. And then, I'm home. No, I leave Wednesday with Sue.
Witnessed the poorest display of the human soul.
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